Page 42 of Sparks Flying

I nodded, then wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back for more.

We kissed and explored each other’s lips without taking things any further. Though I knew that if he had pushed for more, I would have submitted without question and probably regret it later. I wasn’t so certain on the regret part, though.

I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t curious.

I wanted him like I’d never wanted anything in my entire life.

But as his thinga-ma-ding bounced happily between us, reality came crashing in around me.

I slowed our pace and gave him one final peck before stepping away.

The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I sat down hard, staring up at him in wonder. I reached up and touched my swollen lips, feeling dazed from those kisses.

As his thinga-ma-ding danced before my eyes, I was drawn to it, mesmerized. I licked my lips as I watched, fascinated by the way it moved.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

I looked up into his eyes and saw they were filled with desire.

I’d done that to him.

Knowing how much that kiss had affected him too made me feel powerful in a way I’d never known before.

“I should get dressed before I do something we can’t undo.”

I nodded, but a part of me wished I was brave enough to just throw caution to the wind and strip out of my own clothes to see what came next.

True to his word, nothing else happened. Dean got dressed and then took a seat as far away from the bed as possible.

He ran a hand through his now mussed hair. I was pretty sure I’d done that while we were kissing. He normally looked perfectly groomed and in control, but now he looked as though he were caught in an internal battle trying to do the right thing. I liked seeing him this way, just on the edge of being out of control.

“If we keep this up, we’re only going to encourage the bond to strengthen.”

“Pretty sure we’re already doing that,” I admitted.

“Are you okay with that?”

“Are you?” I asked, turning the question back on him.

“I am,” he admitted.

“I’m scared,” I confessed.

“Me too, but I think I’m more scared that you’ll just vanish before my eyes than facing the obstacles ahead of us.”

“This is crazy.”

“Probably the dumbest, craziest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Something tells me you’ve done a lot of dumb and crazy things in your life.”

“You could say that.”

“We’re really doing this?”

“I don’t know when it happened or why, but I’m struggling just to fly home tonight. I have no clue how I’ll survive tomorrow, not seeing you every second of the day.”

My shoulders sagged. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”

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